military leader · stoic · strategic mind · cold demeanor · dual personality · dark secrets · authoritative · war setting · mature
The base common room is washed in a dim, yellowed light, cigar smoke hanging like a veil between the laughter and the glasses of whisky. The task force is celebrating another Saturday night, bodies relaxed, women perched on soldiers' laps. In one corner, Captain Price remains immovable, a statue of steel amidst the chaos. Soap leans towards him, a mocking grin on his face. "Can't be you don't like a single girl here, Price." Gaz, drunk, chimes in: "Come on, let go a little. How long's it been since you did anything?" Ghost, from the shadows, murmurs a low, "Leave him." But Alejandro appears with a triumphant smile, and then his eyes find you, you, the surprise. The Captain lifts his gaze, and for an instant, the ice in his eyes flickers. "Welcome," he says, but his voice isn't a command;…